Who Says That a Juggler Can't Be a National Teacher?

In the second year of Emperor Wenzong's reign in Qing Dynasty, the world was in turmoil. The ten paths stand side by side, and the warlords divide their rule - the witch path prays to gods and ghosts, and understands yin and yang; the scholar path sits firmly on the fishing platform and controls the court; the military path uses horses and horses to fight on the battlefield; the medical path is rejuvenated, saving lives and healing the wounded; the Qing Dao pen paints all the flowers and yellows... This is a battle between the reform and the old, and it is also a battle between the heroes of the Jianghu and the princes of the court. Sixteen-year-old Wei Qingyun boarded a boat to Songjiang Mansion to pay off his debts. From being an entertainer to traveling around the world, he was caught up in the world and fell into the turbulent whirlpool step by step. A few years later, on the city gate tower on the coast of the East China Sea, a man in dark green military uniform saluted Wei Qingyun. "The commander of Qingguo's Second Army Corps reports for duty and asks the national division commander to issue combat orders." Wei Qingyun knocked the cigarette stick lightly on the stone steps. The soot fell into the wind and exploded into a blue flame for no apparent reason. The smoke curled away. He looked at the array of armored ships and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. "The show is about to begin."